In the Far East Flaming Sun Town’s Fire Horn Temple, two old men stared at the fire on the altar. One of them untied the red belt that symbolized his status and placed it beside the brazier.

“Old friend, it’s time to set off.” “Alright.”

The two old men held hands and walked out of the hall.

“Great Grandmaster, Master.” A young woman chased after him.

“Ke’er, I’ll leave the house to you.” Great Grandmaster Qian Huojiao said.

“Inherit our fire.” The former Great Scarlet Snake Grandmaster said.

“Yes.” Qin Ke’er said with tears in her eyes as she nodded. Then, she watched the two old men disappear on the way down the mountain.

Just as the flames of war rose in Silver City’s world, in the palace of Bruntlu, the capital of the Violet Eye Demon Race, King Ophelotte VI sat upright on the throne, facing a burly bronze-skinned man who was half-kneeling beneath him.

“Fire Hammer, listen!” After a long time, Ophelotte VI shouted in a deep voice.

“Yes!”

“I appoint you as the Violet-Eyed Demon Race’s Grand Marshal, commanding the royal army and marching into Desert No. 5. Once the human civil war breaks out, you will rush straight in and take down Sand Wind Castle and the Gate of Seth!”

“Yes!” The Cast Fire Hammer heavily hammered his chest and loudly replied.

At about the same time, the Thousand-Faced Queen of Pure Land Town, Jade Cyan Blue Heavenly Serpent Sea Elena Amber, sat on the throne of Obsidian. She looked down at the Crimson Queen Salazar, Golden Queen Bee Helena, and the three thousand azure jade queen. She shouted in a low voice, “Gather ten armies and surround the human-controlled area!”

“Yes!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of light and no one else in the palace.

“Father, please take care.” Looking at the empty hall, the Thousand-Faced Queen whispered, “Tie Zha Northess, don’t disappoint me.”

When the Violet Eye Demon Clan and the other five demon clan alliance armies, as well as the ten armies of the swarm of insects, advanced into the human-controlled area, the World Council fell into a great chaos. The council members were constantly absent, and even their normal operations could no longer be maintained.

The Temple Council of Elders sighed. The old Pope’s clothes were untidy, his eyes were sunken, and his hair was messy. He was no longer as calm and composed as before, as if he had aged many years overnight.

No one had expected that a faith that had been extinguished for nearly two hundred years could create such a great power. It was simply overturning mountains and seas, overturning heaven and earth. In less than three days, Sandstorm Castle, Iron Island, and several other towns in the southern cemetery became independent.

Smoke rose everywhere, and heaven and earth shook.

His precious granddaughter, the marshal of the Dawn Expeditionary Army, had refused to join the Council of Elders for a reason, and was now out of control. In the last war, the Knights of Dawn had already confirmed their Knight King. Unless You Ge died, no one would be able to command them anymore.

The various clans and races were all plotting against each other, and no one was willing to take the lead in the expedition. The only person who was willing was actually the undercover agent of the Brilliant Remnants. Not only had the entire clan escaped, they had also taken a large number of warships and strategic materials with them.

“Their army is just a mob. Don’t tell me that no one is willing to fight?” Matthew, the Chosen One, stood in front of the stage and questioned loudly.

“You can go.” The Chrysman family’s “little monster” said in a very impolite tone.

“I am willing to fight against the heretics.” Matthew looked around and his cold gaze swept across everyone’s faces. Finally, he shouted in a deep voice, “Who else is willing to go with him?”

“Blackwing City.” Notting stood up.

“Is there anyone else?” Matthew asked.

There was silence below, and no one answered.

Actually, it wasn’t that they were cowardly, but that they all had resentment towards Matthew. Almost everyone believed that Matthew was the cause of this matter. He had stabbed the hornet’s nest and forced the Temple Princess away, which was why he was in this situation. If it weren’t for the Dawn Expeditionary Army’s insistence on defending the area, how could the uprising of the glorious remnants have succeeded? With a slight movement, he was suppressed. Could it be that ordinary people could still fight against the knights of dawn?

The vast majority of people believed that they should bear the blame for other people’s mistakes. Even at the national level, it was the same.

Now, Matthew was forced to stand up because he was unable to ride a tiger and had no choice but to do so. He had to go to the first battle, or else there would be no place for him in the Council of Elders. But then again, danger was always accompanied by opportunities. The Silver City world’s political system had always been fair. To be able to cause trouble, one had to be able to solve it, and once one proven their ability, they would be able to obtain a corresponding status. In other words, as long as he won this war, he would definitely become the next Pope. Any Temple Princess, the strongest Origin Energy in history, would become a thing of the past.

As for Notting, because the two of them had formed an alliance, one principal offender and one accomplice were unable to escape.

“I will lead the 200 thousand troops of Sparrow City to the Southern City, the local Templars, and the ground garrison to form an 800 thousand alliance army to attack from the south. I beg Your Holiness to grant me the highest military command in the southern parish of the Northern Desolate Continent.” Matthew the Chosen One bowed in salute to Pilgrim Augustman Mordleton and pleaded.

“Agreed to authorize.” Said the old Pope solemnly, straightening his body, and letting William Rhinehart write the paperwork.

“I will lead 200,000 Black Winged City troops to the Golden Triangle and form a 1.2 million-strong alliance with the Temple troops and the ground garrison. We will attack Tie Shan Town from the north and annihilate the brilliant remnants in one fell swoop. I beg the Pope to grant us the highest military command in the Northern Diocese of the Northern Desolate Continent.” Pilgrim Augustman Mordleton bowed and pleaded, Notting the Heavenly Chooser.

“Over there …” The old Pope hesitated slightly. “It’s the territory of the Golden Duke …” In order to give everyone some face, he didn’t finish his sentence. Although the temple forces of the major dioceses were nominally temples, in reality, they had countless connections with the owners of the territories. Simply put, if the master was unhappy, he could chase them away at any time.

There was a fundamental difference between the southern part of the Northern Wilderness and the Golden Triangle. The former was obtained in exchange for the Diocese and Notre Dame Temple stolen from the Temple of Glory. The reason for that was because the Temple was unable to control the middle of the Northern Wilderness. Those places were all descendants of the Northern Wilderness. There was a deep enmity between them and the Temple, so it was impossible for them to rule.

In exchange, the southern part of the Northern Wilderness was a low-radiation area with mountains and rivers, so the parish troops there were very easy to control. However, the Golden Triangle was a place where the Lombardi Clan had occupied for nearly two thousand years. If Lord Youjiawen did not agree, the warrant would be a piece of paper.

“Big Barbarian hasn’t said anything yet.” Leo Bruno reminded. The “Great Barbarian” was the nickname of the Golden Grand Duke when he was young. He was known for his hot temper, unreasonable, and barbaric vulgarity. Of course, apart from a few respected elders, no one dared to call him that.

“The order to summon the brilliant remnants was issued by the Northess family. Lombardi and them are enemies. Who doesn’t know that the Grand Duke of Gold would not support it?” Notting said.

“Alright, I agree to authorize it.” The old Pope waved his hand and settled down.

A few days later, the army of Bird City and Black Winged City began to move towards the Northern Wilderness.

After flying for a day and night, Matthew’s troops landed in South City. Notting’s troops moved along the western side of the Northern Wilderness Continent, bypassing the war zone and heading towards the Lombar Clan’s territory.

But at this moment, Notting received a warning from the Golden Triangle, “The fleet is not allowed to enter our territorial waters without permission. Otherwise, it will be considered a declaration of war.”

Notting was dumbfounded. He pondered carefully and broke out in cold sweat. He immediately ordered the fleet to return.

As soon as Matthew had assembled the local Temple troops, he discovered that Notting’s fleet had left the Northern Wilderness. He could not lift it up and fainted on the spot.

Under the care of the Arch-Cardinal of South City, Notting woke up with a brow furrowed in thought and hesitated endlessly.

“Don’t worry, we have 800 thousand troops. According to my information, they can fight no more than 50 thousand troops, 32 battleships, 1 500 mechs, 7 000 power-armored warriors at most, and a dozen Saint-ranked warriors.” The Arch-Cardinal of South City analyzed, “We have 30,000 warriors, 4,000 mechs, 97 warships, 23 Saint-ranked warriors. What are we afraid of? Even if they have reinforcements, they are still halfway there. As long as we can defeat their main force head-on, the rest of the area will naturally collapse.”

The order to exterminate the brilliant remnants of the past was issued by the Arch-Cardinal. His hands were stained with Northas’ blood, and no matter what, he couldn’t stay out of this. Needless to say, as long as he rose to prominence, the first person to be killed would definitely be him.

“Yes, while their reinforcements are still on the way, kill them off guard!” Matthew gradually regained his confidence and clenched his fists.

The brilliant remnants were a mob. What could a group of poor people with backward equipment and lacking military training do?

His family’s troops, the Temple’s troops, and the ground garrison were all well-organized and well-trained. They were simply not something that could be compared to the group of people who had assembled them on an ad hoc basis.

Thinking of this, he and the Arch-Cardinal of South City immediately mobilized their troops and advanced towards Tieshan Town.

“Heavenly Chosen One Matthew, Archbishop Nancheng Cardinal, your troops are about to enter our parish. Please retreat immediately. Otherwise, we will be treated as a declaration of war.” However, as soon as the troops approached, praying for rain to worship Muyu Qinxin, along with the eight great clans of Silver City No. 13, they issued a military ultimatum.

At the border of Silver City No. 13, at the border between the central plains and the western plains, the allied forces of Sparrow City and South City were forced to halt their advance.

It was said that the new Moon Prayer Priest, Mu Yu Ling Lan, was very close to Tie Zha Northess. Ma Xiu was worried about how to negotiate, but he received a letter from the Temple of Glory.

“The northern plains, fight to the death!”

Fifty thousand troops took the initiative to attack eight hundred thousand troops, but Matthew was stunned when he did not react.

“Mantis, use your eggs to strike stones. Alright, I’ll let you all go forever!” Matthew gritted his teeth and ordered the troops to retreat to form a front.

Three days later, Tieshan Town’s troops appeared three kilometers away from the Southern Alliance Army. It was a silent army, and no one spoke except for the sound of footsteps and engines.

For some reason, Matthew and the Arch-Cardinal of South City felt an indescribable pressure. Even though they had sixteen times the strength of their troops, their hearts couldn’t help but tremble.

A faith that had once been trampled and destroyed, turned into dust, actually had such terrifying cohesion, it was truly frightening and frightening.

On the eve of the war, on the other side of the battlefield, a warrior dressed in power armor and carrying a large sword arrived in front of Warsong Shaman.

“The Far East Battle Bear is willing to be the vanguard!” Wang Hu nodded and cupped his fists, pleading.

“I’ll leave it to you.” Said Tie Zha.

“Thank you.” Wang Hu nodded and returned to the front of the Far East War Bear.

He walked slowly and stared at the group of unnamed brothers. He said slowly and forcefully,

“One hundred and eighty-six years ago, we betrayed our brothers, our beliefs, our glory …”

“And today, why are we back here?” He shouted loudly.

“Using blood as evidence, I will disgrace myself!” Three thousand Battle Bears roared heaven-shaking.

“Ancient Era’s War Bear, advance!”

Under Wang Hu’s command, the three thousand Battle Bears lined up, facing the enemy and striding forward.

“I am the Soul of the Far East, the Ancient Crimson Blood War Bear.”

“Standing like a pine, walking like the wind, sitting like an ancient bell, like the heart of a sea,”

“Standing alone in front of the fire, unswervingly becoming a distant mountain.”

The neat chanting shook the heavens and earth. The Alliance Army of South City could only feel the pressure of the mountains, almost suffocating. This army had condensed the remorse and anger of the 186 years of the Far East. An existence comparable to the Iron Guards of the Temple was not something an ordinary army could compare to in terms of spirit or body.

“I’m bleeding out, my body is broken, my soul is destroyed, I will never regret this life!”

“Kill!”

The three thousand Battle Bears turned into meteors and charged straight at the enemy formation. It was like a bamboo that was being torn apart. Wherever he went, there was an endless rumble as broken bones and rotting flesh soared into the sky.

The Alliance Army of South City was actually like tofu, unable to even resist symbolically, and was on the verge of collapse. Not only were these bears powerful, they were also not afraid of death at all. There were dozens of them who crashed into the bridge of the warship and detonated the power furnace. Fighting them was like a nightmare. The best outcome was to die together.

“The Tieshan Town Guards are willing to be the center.” Old Di, Ghost Head and Blackfang, step forward and ask for help.

“No, you guys go last.” Tie Zha refused, then turned his head and said to an old man with shackles in his hands and an incomparably sturdy body, “Grandpa, it’s our turn.”

Hui Yan nodded his head. He held the War Song harmonica in his hand and walked out from the crowd. He stared at the brilliant fire seeds like wolves and tigers and said loudly,

“Children, tell them we’re back!”

In an instant, a strong wind blew and dust flew.

Streaks of light flew past Hui Yan. The strong air currents blew his robes and hair.

The Sacred Wolf Heavy Armored Guards charged into the enemy formation.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Matthew and the Archbishop of South City were shocked to the point that their entire bodies trembled and their mouths were unable to speak.

Their battleship continued to fall to the ground like paper. Even before the ground garrison could enter the battlefield, they began to disperse. Soldiers were like wheat, falling in large numbers, or fleeing like lambs in a pack of wolves.

“For the Holy Light!” Seeing that the situation was over, the Arch-Cardinal of South City drew his short sword and shouted resolutely at the knights, “Attendants of the True Gods, follow me!”

At this moment, a melodious song suddenly sounded from afar. Matthew’s face was like white paper, and he could no longer control his trembling legs as he collapsed to the ground.

We awoke from the deep sea, climbed on father’s fishing boat, picked up the ancient harpoon, gazed at the vast sea, and blew the horn of freedom;

We woke up from the distant mountains, rode on young elephants, raised ancient flags, stared at the mountains, and played the flute of farewell;

We awoke from the cemetery, put on mottled armor, pulled out our ancient swords, gazed into the vast world, and rang the last bell;

Guardians, move forward!

Shatter the stars, shake the earth, we are immortal war elephant;

Soaring in the nine heavens, tearing apart the darkness, we are immortal eagles;

Bathed in blood, Mu Huo goes forward. We are unyielding war wolves.

The Arch-Cardinal slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He raised his sword to commit suicide, his clothes dyed in blood. For the faith in his heart, for the Holy Light that he believed in, he left behind one last bit of face.

What is faith?

It had nothing to do with interests, reputation, or life or death.

They had lost, they had completely lost, they had lost to the ground, they had lost miserably.